Ron closed the door to the Possible house and checked his watch.
'Hmm…5:30? That's still early. Maybe I oughta go visit this 'Eugene',' he thought.
"Rufus. Let's go check this guy out before Kim does anything drastic. Wouldn't want her to leave a mark on her social record forever just because she's too nice for her own good."
"Mmhm. Mmhm. Let's go!" Rufus yelled excitedly.
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Ron rang the doorbell of the unfamiliar house. He could here it ringing from inside so he patiently waited at the front porch for someone to open the door.
'I think this is the right house…'
He looked at his surroundings while he was waiting. It seemed ordinary. Not too big, not too small. It looked kinda like his house, in fact.
Finally, the door opened.
"Hello?" a 'big-boned' woman greeted. Ron guessed that it was Eugene's mom.
"Hi. Is Eugene home?" Ron asked politely.
"Yes, he's in his room. Are you one of his friends from school?" she replied.
Ron thought for a second. Did Eugene have any friends?
"Yeah. I'm his…friend. Can I go see him?"
"Why of course you can," she said with a smile. Ron smiled back. At least his mom was nice… "He's right down the hall. Last door on the right."
"Thanks Mrs. Flanners," Ron responded.
He slowly made his way down the hall. There were a whole bunch of plaques and certificates on the wall. Most of them said something along the lines of "Best Academic…" About half the wall was for Justine and the other half belonged to Eugene.
'So many A's…' Ron started drooling. If only he was smart enough to understand school…
*knock*knock*
"Who's there?" a voice came from inside the room.
"Uh…it's me. Ron."
There was silence. "…Ron who?"
"Ron Stoppable? You know…KIM'S best friend. I just- hey!"
A second after he said "Kim" the door flew open and there stood a pale-faced, skinny teenager who was about Ron's height. He had brown hair and big square glasses that covered more then his eyes, along with a neatly tucked pocket protector in his shirt. Ron recognized him from school before but never got to know him very well.
"Were you the one who was on the phone with me and Kim? …I'm sorry. Kim and I?" Eugene said in a 'nerdy' high pitched voice.
Ron nodded.
"Great! It's nice to finally meet this 'Ron Stoppable' that everybody's been talking about."
Ron's face brightened. "Really?? People have been talking about me??"
"Well actually…it's usually something like: Kim should stop hanging out with that loser, Stoppable."
Ron's face grew sour and he groaned with annoyance.
"Hey, it's okay. I know you're not a loser. People can be so stereotypical…besides, anyone who hangs out with Kim on a regular basis must be really cool."
'I think I'm starting to like this guy…'
"So…" Ron looked at Eugene's room. There were science posters and more academic awards everywhere. The only thing that caught Ron's attention was the outrageously souped up computer that he had. "…Is that your computer?"
Eugene laughed and snorted. "Yup. She's a beauty ain't she?"
"Cool…got any games on it?"
Eugene seemed taken aback. "Do I have any games? Do I have any GAMES??"
Ron started to back away from Eugene.
"I guess that's a yes?"
Eugene nodded emphatically. "Two-hundred and one single player games and one-hundred fifty-three online multiplayer communities to visit! Heck yes, I have games."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Well…do you do anything besides play on your computer all day?"
Eugene thought for a second then put his finger up. "I play Dungeons and Dragons everyday! I'm almost a level eighty-nine sword master!!"
Ron smiled back reluctantly. Eugene DID seem like a nice guy (like Kim said) but he was just…ugh. Ron had to do something quick. He couldn't let his best friend go out with THIS guy. That would just be torture…
All of a sudden, Ron had an idea…
"Eugene."
"Yeah?"
"What would you say…if I were to tell you…that I could make you cool?"
Eugene considered the offer. Then he shook his head and gave him a slight smirk. "I would say: you're crazier then a level twelve gargoyle in the Forbidden-"
Ron put his hand up to stop him.
Eugene shrugged. "Sorry. I get a little carried away. But…it's just not possible for ME to be…cool. And no offense, but you're not exactly the most popular guy at school either."
"I may not be popular, myself, but let me tell ya…I know how to pimp it, baby." Ron brushed his shoulders off with a grin.
"Know how to what?"
Ron sighed. "Trust me, Eugene. Give me a chance and I'll make you into the next Leonardo DiCaprio or Snoop Dog or 50 Cent or Justin Timberlake…whatever you want! Just…please let me help your image…"
'…For Kim's sake…' he added.
"Well……" Eugene considered the proposition. Maybe Ron COULD help…
"Okay! Do whatever you want to change me Ron! I'm open to suggestions."
"Great. First we gotta change your name. Eugene sounds so…uh…yeah. Me and Kim-"
"Kim and I," Eugene corrected.
"…Yeah. Kim and I both have catchy names so it only seems fair that you have one, too."
"Well, what'd you have in mind?"
"Hmm…" Ron thought. Just then, Rufus pulled him by the shirt and squeaked something to him. Somehow, Ron understood.
"That's a great idea Rufus!"
"What?" Eugene asked. "What'd he say?"
"Eugene…you're gonna have to go to the mirror and say hello to…Usher Pimpalot."
'Hmm…5:30? That's still early. Maybe I oughta go visit this 'Eugene',' he thought.
"Rufus. Let's go check this guy out before Kim does anything drastic. Wouldn't want her to leave a mark on her social record forever just because she's too nice for her own good."
"Mmhm. Mmhm. Let's go!" Rufus yelled excitedly.
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Ron rang the doorbell of the unfamiliar house. He could here it ringing from inside so he patiently waited at the front porch for someone to open the door.
'I think this is the right house…'
He looked at his surroundings while he was waiting. It seemed ordinary. Not too big, not too small. It looked kinda like his house, in fact.
Finally, the door opened.
"Hello?" a 'big-boned' woman greeted. Ron guessed that it was Eugene's mom.
"Hi. Is Eugene home?" Ron asked politely.
"Yes, he's in his room. Are you one of his friends from school?" she replied.
Ron thought for a second. Did Eugene have any friends?
"Yeah. I'm his…friend. Can I go see him?"
"Why of course you can," she said with a smile. Ron smiled back. At least his mom was nice… "He's right down the hall. Last door on the right."
"Thanks Mrs. Flanners," Ron responded.
He slowly made his way down the hall. There were a whole bunch of plaques and certificates on the wall. Most of them said something along the lines of "Best Academic…" About half the wall was for Justine and the other half belonged to Eugene.
'So many A's…' Ron started drooling. If only he was smart enough to understand school…
*knock*knock*
"Who's there?" a voice came from inside the room.
"Uh…it's me. Ron."
There was silence. "…Ron who?"
"Ron Stoppable? You know…KIM'S best friend. I just- hey!"
A second after he said "Kim" the door flew open and there stood a pale-faced, skinny teenager who was about Ron's height. He had brown hair and big square glasses that covered more then his eyes, along with a neatly tucked pocket protector in his shirt. Ron recognized him from school before but never got to know him very well.
"Were you the one who was on the phone with me and Kim? …I'm sorry. Kim and I?" Eugene said in a 'nerdy' high pitched voice.
Ron nodded.
"Great! It's nice to finally meet this 'Ron Stoppable' that everybody's been talking about."
Ron's face brightened. "Really?? People have been talking about me??"
"Well actually…it's usually something like: Kim should stop hanging out with that loser, Stoppable."
Ron's face grew sour and he groaned with annoyance.
"Hey, it's okay. I know you're not a loser. People can be so stereotypical…besides, anyone who hangs out with Kim on a regular basis must be really cool."
'I think I'm starting to like this guy…'
"So…" Ron looked at Eugene's room. There were science posters and more academic awards everywhere. The only thing that caught Ron's attention was the outrageously souped up computer that he had. "…Is that your computer?"
Eugene laughed and snorted. "Yup. She's a beauty ain't she?"
"Cool…got any games on it?"
Eugene seemed taken aback. "Do I have any games? Do I have any GAMES??"
Ron started to back away from Eugene.
"I guess that's a yes?"
Eugene nodded emphatically. "Two-hundred and one single player games and one-hundred fifty-three online multiplayer communities to visit! Heck yes, I have games."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Well…do you do anything besides play on your computer all day?"
Eugene thought for a second then put his finger up. "I play Dungeons and Dragons everyday! I'm almost a level eighty-nine sword master!!"
Ron smiled back reluctantly. Eugene DID seem like a nice guy (like Kim said) but he was just…ugh. Ron had to do something quick. He couldn't let his best friend go out with THIS guy. That would just be torture…
All of a sudden, Ron had an idea…
"Eugene."
"Yeah?"
"What would you say…if I were to tell you…that I could make you cool?"
Eugene considered the offer. Then he shook his head and gave him a slight smirk. "I would say: you're crazier then a level twelve gargoyle in the Forbidden-"
Ron put his hand up to stop him.
Eugene shrugged. "Sorry. I get a little carried away. But…it's just not possible for ME to be…cool. And no offense, but you're not exactly the most popular guy at school either."
"I may not be popular, myself, but let me tell ya…I know how to pimp it, baby." Ron brushed his shoulders off with a grin.
"Know how to what?"
Ron sighed. "Trust me, Eugene. Give me a chance and I'll make you into the next Leonardo DiCaprio or Snoop Dog or 50 Cent or Justin Timberlake…whatever you want! Just…please let me help your image…"
'…For Kim's sake…' he added.
"Well……" Eugene considered the proposition. Maybe Ron COULD help…
"Okay! Do whatever you want to change me Ron! I'm open to suggestions."
"Great. First we gotta change your name. Eugene sounds so…uh…yeah. Me and Kim-"
"Kim and I," Eugene corrected.
"…Yeah. Kim and I both have catchy names so it only seems fair that you have one, too."
"Well, what'd you have in mind?"
"Hmm…" Ron thought. Just then, Rufus pulled him by the shirt and squeaked something to him. Somehow, Ron understood.
"That's a great idea Rufus!"
"What?" Eugene asked. "What'd he say?"
"Eugene…you're gonna have to go to the mirror and say hello to…Usher Pimpalot."